Day 17 - an art piece (drawing, sculpture, painting, etc) that moves you.
Oh, this one is easy.
Angie painted this.
When I saw this on her blog, I realized that I was not the only one who cringed at the thought of my children as winged seraphs flitting from cloud to cloud or as my mom put it one day, "like two little bumblebees or butterflies sitting on flowers giggling and and looking over us."
Barf. Barf. Fucking barf.
Because that pretties things up, doesn't it? Removes the horrific imagery of your babies dying in your helpless arms. And sanitizes the truly awful things I wish upon the people I think failed them. Failed us.
I don't want pretty little angels. I want two little girls tearing my house apart, giving me sleepless nights, filling my heart with worry and love. I don't want angels. I want the mess, the chaos, the mischief that is life. I'll take life over angels any day.
And for the longest time, I thought I was the only one.
So when I saw this beautiful painting, I immediate wrote to the artist, who then became my friend, who then made me one of my very own paintings. All of this I cherish.
This is the art that moves me. The art that speaks to me and tells me I am not alone.
Thank you, my dear friend.
I understand the sentiment.
Angie is amazing. As are you :-).
Wow, you've got an Angie original?? I am jealous! : )
Sometimes I can imagine Katie as an angel -- but yes, sometimes it's just all too sappy. She was my baby & she shouldn't be an angel right now. She should be here with me. :(
this is wonderful. both the painting and knowledge that you are not alone.
Damn, I wish I could do art. Me and my mathematical brain just don't work that way. I know what I like when I see it, but creating it? Just doesn't happen.
Love Angie's painting.
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